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Excerpt from Thorn Changer by Christy Reed
Kotua stared at the paper in front of him, tongue in cheek. He
never did understand all the fancy terminology in the letters sent to his
uncle. Why couldn’t they just use regular everyday words? Like “How you doing? I’m
good,” or “Heard about the attack yesterday, you guys okay?”
He smiled and shook his head. “What am I thinking? Even I
don’t talk like that, and he’s always correcting me. If they all started
talking that way, he’d have to give up being king, and become their full-time
tutor.” He grimaced. “Leaving me to do all his paperwork.”
He leaned back in the chair, and crossed his arms behind his
head. He almost put his boots up on the table, until he remembered what his
uncle had said the last time he’d done it, Kotua,
you know that’s not how a crown prince should bear himself. I don’t believe
that would make a good impression on the emperor.
He sighed at the pile of papers. He pulled a face as he
mimicked his uncle. “As crown prince, you really should look at these, Kotua. They’re
state papers. Examining them should give you some needed experience.”
He’d rather gain some experience in the field of dancing
than of paperwork. At least he wouldn’t have to stay locked up in this stuffy
room. He gazed out the window at the fields, just dusted in last night’s snow. He
wished he had to gain experience in riding Forest over that plain…
He sat up with a smile. Why didn’t he just take a break? He
could always come back after a ride outside. The horse could use the exercise
as much as he could. His glance fell on the papers again, and his smile faded. It
was an awfully tall stack. And he really should work on it. Four days, and he
was barely an eighth of the way through. Maybe it’d be better to work a little
longer.
But that grass… He turned back to the window. It was so
green despite the snow, calling to him… The room grew stuffier.
But he had to work on those papers. “A little break won’t do
any harm. I’ll just take a short ride, and then I’ll get right back to it.”
Kotua had just reached the door when it burst open. One of
the footmen charged in. “Prince Kotua,” he scarcely bowed before the words
poured out. “A messenger’s just arrived from Mokayi. They’ve been attacked by
Foaie.”
Kotua forced himself to walk. Yes. Now this was some excitement.
“Where’s the messenger?”
“In the courtyard. He’s been wounded.”
“Send him to me.”
After the footman had gone, Kotua jogged to the audience
chamber. His uncle’s advisor wasn’t here either, so that meant he would get to
lead the army. What a great day this was after all.
The door opened behind him. The servant entered with the
messenger leaning against him. “Here’s the soldier, my prince. He says they
need more troops, and Farer, or Foaie will take Mokayi.”
Kotua looked at the panting messenger. “How did you leave
the city?”
“We were in the stronghold,” the soldier gasped out. He
looked up, his eyes wide. “I don’t know if they were able to hold it. They have
dark hawks.”
Dark hawks? His uncle had said something about battling them
before, said they were vicious birds, but Kotua had never seen one. “How many?”
“Three.”
With Farer to weaken the Iezomen, he could handle three dark
hawks.
He turned to the footman. “Where’s Farer?”
“In the barracks, Sire, polishing that old harp of his.”
“Good, might as well have it look pretty for the scum. Tell
Captain Oise to gather the horsemen. Ready my horse.”
Kotua stared at the paper in front of him, tongue in cheek. He
never did understand all the fancy terminology in the letters sent to his
uncle. Why couldn’t they just use regular everyday words? Like “How you doing? I’m
good,” or “Heard about the attack yesterday, you guys okay?”
He smiled and shook his head. “What am I thinking? Even I
don’t talk like that, and he’s always correcting me. If they all started
talking that way, he’d have to give up being king, and become their full-time
tutor.” He grimaced. “Leaving me to do all his paperwork.”
He leaned back in the chair, and crossed his arms behind his
head. He almost put his boots up on the table, until he remembered what his
uncle had said the last time he’d done it, Kotua,
you know that’s not how a crown prince should bear himself. I don’t believe
that would make a good impression on the emperor.
He sighed at the pile of papers. He pulled a face as he
mimicked his uncle. “As crown prince, you really should look at these, Kotua. They’re
state papers. Examining them should give you some needed experience.”
He’d rather gain some experience in the field of dancing
than of paperwork. At least he wouldn’t have to stay locked up in this stuffy
room. He gazed out the window at the fields, just dusted in last night’s snow. He
wished he had to gain experience in riding Forest over that plain…
He sat up with a smile. Why didn’t he just take a break? He
could always come back after a ride outside. The horse could use the exercise
as much as he could. His glance fell on the papers again, and his smile faded. It
was an awfully tall stack. And he really should work on it. Four days, and he
was barely an eighth of the way through. Maybe it’d be better to work a little
longer.
But that grass… He turned back to the window. It was so
green despite the snow, calling to him… The room grew stuffier.
But he had to work on those papers. “A little break won’t do
any harm. I’ll just take a short ride, and then I’ll get right back to it.”
Kotua had just reached the door when it burst open. One of
the footmen charged in. “Prince Kotua,” he scarcely bowed before the words
poured out. “A messenger’s just arrived from Mokayi. They’ve been attacked by
Foaie.”
Kotua forced himself to walk. Yes. Now this was some excitement.
“Where’s the messenger?”
“In the courtyard. He’s been wounded.”
“Send him to me.”
After the footman had gone, Kotua jogged to the audience
chamber. His uncle’s advisor wasn’t here either, so that meant he would get to
lead the army. What a great day this was after all.
The door opened behind him. The servant entered with the
messenger leaning against him. “Here’s the soldier, my prince. He says they
need more troops, and Farer, or Foaie will take Mokayi.”
Kotua looked at the panting messenger. “How did you leave
the city?”
“We were in the stronghold,” the soldier gasped out. He
looked up, his eyes wide. “I don’t know if they were able to hold it. They have
dark hawks.”
Dark hawks? His uncle had said something about battling them
before, said they were vicious birds, but Kotua had never seen one. “How many?”
“Three.”
With Farer to weaken the Iezomen, he could handle three dark
hawks.
He turned to the footman. “Where’s Farer?”
“In the barracks, Sire, polishing that old harp of his.”
“Good, might as well have it look pretty for the scum. Tell
Captain Oise to gather the horsemen. Ready my horse.”
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